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Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Dream Weaver

Last night I dreamed that Larry moved all of us to Central America for a few years. To some small, nowhere town in the mountains (Are there mountains in Central America? Must check), where no one knew any English. And we don't speak Spanish. I expressed some trepidation over this situation and he said, "Don't worry, honey. The language immersion will be great for the kids."

Only a homeschooler would dream that.

Anyway, the day after we moved to this strange place where we couldn't communicate with anyone, he went on a 3-week business trip.

But he left us presents. I got a kit full of hand- and ankle-weights.

So maybe he thinks I need more exercise and that I talk to my friends too much. But I do think he should keep those thoughts to his own dreams and stop interfering in mine, don't you?

Boy, that picture looks weird. Was everyone on drugs in the 70's, or what?

16 comments:

Yesterday someone from Highlights Magazine called and tried to get me to buy some puzzle thing for younger kids. I told her I wasn't interested. She said, But it gets the younger kids excited for learning! I told her we're homeschoolers, my kids are already excited about learning. Nothing to do with your post except for the homeschooling part.

Did you research the local fibers in your dream? My husband traveled to South America and brought me NO YARN. Hello, alpacas? Sigh.

We weren't all on drugs, but those who were certainly made things interesting! LOL!

As far as your dreams go, they sound a lot like my nightly weirdness. I bet you have abnormally high alpha wave activity, too. Wish I had a way of shutting it off so I coudl actually get some good, restful sleep more often! However, the dreams wold make for good blogging! Hadn't thought of using them that way. But now I will! LOL! Thanks!

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